Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Hurt

I hurt.

I hurt you. I hurt her. I hurt her too. I hurt him. I hurt them. I hurt us... I hurt everybody.

...But most of all I hurt myself.

I hurt myself because I keep hurting all these people, and I don't know how to stop. And because I'm not smart enough to figure out how to stop, I hate myself. Because I hate myself, I will never know happiness. And because I will never know happiness, I am forced to ask the obvious, inevitable question: Would the world have been a better place if I had never been a part of it?